“If in your own judgment you cannot be an honest lawyer, resolve to be honest without being a lawyer. Choose some other occupation, rather than one in the choosing of which you do, in advance, consent to be a knave.”
Than fill the slot through illegitimate means;
Integrity is not a thing to fudge,
The least fraud calling for great quarantines.
With an imposter seated on that bench
Foul-aired iniquity but percolates
To lower courts, an intimated stench,
As the perception in itself creates.
A government official must be seen
As held e’en to an impossible standard
In probity, lest his practice demean
The trust in law itself, and leave it squandered.
Just such a one, we have, as did obtain
Preferment through an uncontested trick,
His title to the seat beneath a stain,
A cloudy claim, surpassing rhetoric.
Judge Gorsuch, you were felt to be a man
Of reputation: what McConnelled proffer
Induced you to betray it, thus to fan
Doubt’s conflagration, making you a scoffer?
The reputation of the court in shreds,
Encumbered by an unbecoming blot—
The Party lined up its iniquitous beds,
To which, invited, you brought your own cot.